Silver and mirrored sheens, busters raised, which one was real-
A flaming sword and the legs they were temporarily no longer attached to-
These images don't remain. All that's left is the muscle memory, and the will to carry those lessons through.
A sudden dash, Quint bolting TOWARDS the incoming blades- Tensing, jumping, up and through the gap. The arcs were aiming for when they would reach Quint, so Quint simply had to be there a lot faster.
It's a riskier move. The flames lick his armour, as he knew they would. But there's nothing more than a brief gritting of teeth; he hits the ground, spins around, and promptly unloads as many stun blasts as he can dish out before there's a response.
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A flaming sword and the legs they were temporarily no longer attached to-
These images don't remain. All that's left is the muscle memory, and the will to carry those lessons through.
A sudden dash, Quint bolting TOWARDS the incoming blades- Tensing, jumping, up and through the gap. The arcs were aiming for when they would reach Quint, so Quint simply had to be there a lot faster.
It's a riskier move. The flames lick his armour, as he knew they would. But there's nothing more than a brief gritting of teeth; he hits the ground, spins around, and promptly unloads as many stun blasts as he can dish out before there's a response.